fall from grace.
etching each passing day of my ruination in ink.
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when winter arrives
winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales...
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Resilience (a rebirth)
A collection of poetry to walk readers through my journey from rock-bottom to above sea level.
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wilting roses
Another collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagnosed mental disorders (including anxiety and depression, among other t...
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WORDS FOR PEOPLE I ONCE CALLED MINE
every chapter is dedicated to a person or a thing in my life have fun looking into my heart.
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Puddles of ink
The better ones are in the back They aren't out of order but in fact Written along a journey And I'm still intact My reasons for writing Are all compact Into one singularity Which is a simple fact Poetry is art And art a form of expression In external expression of emotions I may need a few lessons But not this w...
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paracosm | ✓
but you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips. © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved [ a poetry collection ]
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𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬
if only you knew the love i felt, the beauty i crave, the darkness i bring - would you long for me, then? {❦} = personal favorites of mine
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IN ARLES
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
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a cavalcade of ominous thoughts
weave magic on paper, concoct sensory illusions and delude yourself in the fabrications of your mind. Ⓒ shezal, 2016 - 2017
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